Love To Hate You Novels & Stories

"I hate this guy" "You mean you love him" my conscience said To be continued,likes comment and click the love symbol to add to your library

I sighed. " it doesn't have to be" he whispered. " come back to me Mia Bella come back to me my love" he said placing his forehead against mine. Tears fell from my eyes as i heard a name i haven't heard in a while it broke my heart to know that what he wanted wasn't possible not until i finished what i started.

she continued her sarcastic, disgusted remarks. "Do you hate me that much that you can not believe any of the words I say to you? You hate me that much?" Bella's lips twisted in hatred and loathing, "Hate is just a very small word in front of what I feel for you. In fact, you know what? I don't even feel hate because to hate you, I will have to feel for you which I had given up on years ago. So now you are nothing to me. Not even someone I would hate."

Why does he want to marry me? Why me? How he knows my all favorite taste I love white and golden, I love mango juice, I love that makeup and dresses, perfumes that I always dream of, even the sandwich I ate was onion-free and full of cheese and mayonnaise just like I always eat in the lunch..... How he knows that???

I turn to scowl at him and hiss, "The feeling is mutual!" "I hate you!" he repeats even louder. "I hate you because I love you. I hate that despite how you treat me and talk to me, I still fucking love you. And I want you. And I crave for you. And I yearn for you! God! I love you so much there's no pleasure in it! And I hate that. And I hate you for doing that to me. I hate that I can't hate you enough to walk away from you. But still, you push me away every single time! I hate you. I hate the way I love you! I hate that I love you! I hate myself for fucking loving you! I hate you!" Tears sting my eyes and I glance away.

Hatred is one of those emotions that arises when a person loaths you. You despise that person to the point that even the most insignificant actions on their part infuriate you. That person is my father. I abhor him. I am appalled by his brazenness and how he interacts with others. Simply say, I despise him. A part of me wants to love him so badly that I often think about the times in the past when we had a healthy relationship. Still, those happy days never seem to come to my mind anymore because of how cruel he is.

She was distracted already, so I moved inside of her, she let out a loud cry and clutched the sheets tightly as she tried to move away but my hold on her wasn't letting her. I threw my head to the back at the feeling of being inside her. And just like I had expected; it was so good. "I hate you with every fiber in my body!" she cried as I moved inside of her. "There's a very thin line between love and hate, sweetheart" "I want you to hate me so intensely that you feel like stabbing me every chance you get. I want you to love me madly and be obsessed, so I can break you, shatter you, remold you, and break you again."

he exclaims in disbelief. “Of course, I don’t. I’m hurt and angered and saddened by what you did, but I don’t hate you. That’s extreme. Hate is a strong emotion, and toxic. I love you; I don’t hate you. I just hate what you did, and that’s completely different.” “You really don’t hate me?” he asks with uncertainty. I roll my eyes. Come on, he knows I’m physically unable to lie. “If you’re so convinced I somehow found a way to lie, then read my mind. You can, can you not?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

I know I don’t feel repulsive anytime I see him now but rather, I want to get closer to him more. This is all still strange to me, I mean, how could I hate a guy one time and love him the next? Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, hold on, who said anything about love here? You got to be fucking kidding me. I agree I don’t hate him like I used to but that doesn’t mean I love him. I would say that I don’t hate him six times now or five, or make that four, it could be three though, or two. Okay, let’s just agree that I don't hate him and that doesn’t mean I love him, I mean, I don’t even like him yet so how could I possibly love him?

I read the letter again. *I heard you got married. I am glad. I want you to know I am in a new city and I am trying. Not for anyone else. Just for me. For the first time. I don't expect forgiveness. I just wanted you to know I am okay. And that I meant what I said at the airport. He loves you the real kind. Don't waste it. Love, V.* Short. Vivienne had always known when brevity was the right register. When the full version would cost more than it gave and the short version was the honest one.